August 28, 2008

Up until last night, when Beck would crawl into bed with us he’d crawl over me to get to mommy with an incredibly cute, “S’cuse me daddy! Need pass by!”. Although it’s the wee hours of the damn morning, it always makes us smile and laugh.

June 21, 2008

Everyone thinks their kid is a super-genius and is going to be a lawyer-astronaut. Now, I have photographic proof!!

Beck found a few “ban-bans” and could tell I was awash in boo-boos. Luckily, he was in-network and it was just a $30 co-pay…

Remember “Emergency”, the TV show? It always looked so cool when they grabbed a sterile package of something and ripped it open with their mouth…thereby contaminating it…well, it just looks cute when a 2-foot tall ER doc does it.

Ironically, I cut my hand a couple days later and all we had were SpongeBob band-aids…Boo’s contribution was to ask, “Daddy have boo-boo? Knife?” and kiss it every few minutes.

May 28, 2008

Okay, It’s been a while! I get it. Look Boo and Mommy where gone for three weeks and I was SO happy to have them back. The there was an outbreak of plague in the house, coupled with a few car issues and general life stuff. I also screwed up the photo upload, so I had to go in and delete multiple copies…yadda, yadda.

If Mommy has time, she’ll blog about the amazing adventures they had.
Click the pic for Big Apple cuteness!!

January 29, 2008

Over the last few weeks, Beck has been adding words at an alarming and charming pace. Sometimes, there is a clash of terms. “Monkey” is currently “Monkey-ahs”.

For example, his growing obsession with Monsters, Inc. For a bit it was “Monsties”, but it has crossed over to “Monkey-ahs” for the most part.

This Sunday morning, Boo excitedly asked me, “Monkey-ahs! Monkey-ahs!…” I located the DVD. Then is was “Ho’d! Ho’d!” He wanted to carry the disc and then put it in the player. He gets so excited, he hits the buttons too many times, making him get more excited because nothing is happening. I love watching the wee hands…no doubt the hands of a surgeon…working to put the DVD in and pushing the tray to make it retract.

The DVD in, he runs over to the couch. “Sit! Sit” He climbs up and pats the cushion next to him, so I sit down and we start to watch the flick. I grabbed the blanket and covered our legs and Beck leaned up against me and rested his head on my chest. He does this little thing where he puts a hand on you and kind of pats you with his fingers. It kills me, every time. I got, like, 15 minutes of that.

Sunday morning, piled up on the couch with my son, coffee and “monkey-ahs”. Sucked to be anyone else…